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Everything's Coming Up Crocus, Down Roses
Get this. I just had to pause from pruning the roses because I needed to strip off a few layers. It's too warm.
I reckon it's a good thing I decided to punt on the all-day Adobe Suite workshop. Because, for a wonder, the sun has come out. On a week-end. When I'm not at death's door. And it isn't freezing either.
The yard has been muttering imprecations at me for weeks now, especially the long-neglected roses. And so I dragged down the library copy of The Pruner's Bible, and checked up all the details on what I should be doing to my very leggy hybrid teas.
Then I proceeded to not do it.
I just can't. It says that all the canes should be cut down to 10" above the ground and 6" for thin ones. Can. Not. Do. It. But I did remove about half of the old branches, per instructions, and mostly from the tangled middle. They do look much more open now, I must admit. But I've only pruned two bushes so far, and already the pile on the ground looks like enough to make a very large rose bush out of. I hope I haven't slaughtered the poor things. Time will tell, I reckon.
Meanwhile, the year of discovery sails on throughout the yard. There's almost too much to keep track of. The half-barrel planter on the deck has sprouted in yellow crocus. Just today, they've started blooming. Under the shrubs by the deck some sort of narcissus is coming up, and under the big shrubby tree at the corner, there's white primrose in a bowl and what looks for all the world like cyclamen leaves coming up, too. In fact, I'm finding all sorts of bulb flowers poking up around the yard -- more crocus, plus tulip-by-the-look-of-the-leaves down at the feet of the roses. And I've realized that whatever-they-are in the bed under the big apple tree grow from tubers, ginger-like tubers, rather than bulbs. Still no idea what they are. Time will tell, I reckon.
Meanwhile, I should probable post this before IE crashes again. My system seems to have come down with a major case of lurgi, and I have no idea what's up. Time will tell, I reckon.
I reckon it's a good thing I decided to punt on the all-day Adobe Suite workshop. Because, for a wonder, the sun has come out. On a week-end. When I'm not at death's door. And it isn't freezing either.
The yard has been muttering imprecations at me for weeks now, especially the long-neglected roses. And so I dragged down the library copy of The Pruner's Bible, and checked up all the details on what I should be doing to my very leggy hybrid teas.
Then I proceeded to not do it.
I just can't. It says that all the canes should be cut down to 10" above the ground and 6" for thin ones. Can. Not. Do. It. But I did remove about half of the old branches, per instructions, and mostly from the tangled middle. They do look much more open now, I must admit. But I've only pruned two bushes so far, and already the pile on the ground looks like enough to make a very large rose bush out of. I hope I haven't slaughtered the poor things. Time will tell, I reckon.
Meanwhile, the year of discovery sails on throughout the yard. There's almost too much to keep track of. The half-barrel planter on the deck has sprouted in yellow crocus. Just today, they've started blooming. Under the shrubs by the deck some sort of narcissus is coming up, and under the big shrubby tree at the corner, there's white primrose in a bowl and what looks for all the world like cyclamen leaves coming up, too. In fact, I'm finding all sorts of bulb flowers poking up around the yard -- more crocus, plus tulip-by-the-look-of-the-leaves down at the feet of the roses. And I've realized that whatever-they-are in the bed under the big apple tree grow from tubers, ginger-like tubers, rather than bulbs. Still no idea what they are. Time will tell, I reckon.
Meanwhile, I should probable post this before IE crashes again. My system seems to have come down with a major case of lurgi, and I have no idea what's up. Time will tell, I reckon.